Knowledge Makes Me Ignore the Young Lady's Skirt

By ordinary logic, if a girl lets you massage her feet and gives you a peek up her skirt, odds are she likes you.

Too bad this is Chihaya Airi—she does these things for one reason and one reason only: to mess with you.

Wait for Kiyoharu to slip up, then grab him by the tail and pile on more punishment!

But Kiyoharu, long familiar with her nature, won't take the bait.

Having lived two lives, he has a will far steadier than his peers.

A less resolute man would second-guess himself: Young Lady Airi actually let me touch her feet—could she like me?

No, absolutely not!

Fishing takes bait, and bait costs something. Airi would grit her teeth through her visceral disgust for men, using a harmless, defenseless, natural allure to lure Kiyoharu in.

This move might not be about any real gain—she'd do it just for kicks.

After a moment's thought, Kiyoharu grabbed Airi's jade-like foot and began to knead it gently.

Since the young lady's willing to sink serious cost into her bait, he won't hold back.

In his past life, to charm women, he'd mastered full-body massage techniques... legitimate massage!

Not the best of the best, but definitely top-tier among professionals.

A few strokes in, and Airi, who'd been so confident, changed expression and snapped, "You—what are you doing?!"

"Oh, seems the young lady's bones are a bit delicate. I'll ease up."

With that, Kiyoharu lessened the pressure, and Airi let out a hidden sigh of relief. Those first two presses had hurt so much she nearly yelped, almost losing face in front of him.

Damn it, that Kiyoharu.

She wanted to curse him out, but as the massage adjusted to just the right intensity, a strange, soothing comfort spread slowly from her legs through her whole body.

This surprised Chihaya Airi. After all, "foot massage" was just an excuse she'd made up to force Kiyoharu into a position where her charm could easily ensnare him.

Never expected he'd actually be good at it.

More comfortable than the Chihaya family's personal physio auntie.

"Not bad at this. Ever massaged another girl's feet before?"

"Of course not. I told you, I'm a genius." Kiyoharu lifted Airi's round, adorable heel and shifted position. "Next up, the sole—might tickle a bit."

"Mmm..."

Airi closed her eyes, letting out a long, leisurely hum through her nose.

Her feet were impeccably cared for, not a trace of odor, carrying a faint, girlish scent—like bold, blazing noble petals in full bloom. Their bright, healthy sheen looked as smooth as milk, and even through a layer of gloves, he could feel that extraordinary softness.

Along those stunning long legs, inward, a hint of black lace peeked through.

Under the soft, warm orange light, the girl breathed long and deep with Kiyoharu's kneading, her spaghetti-strap nightdress barely covering the curve of her breasts—those full, proud mounds rising and falling with each breath.

Even Kiyoharu, who'd lived with Airi for three years, couldn't help his heart racing.

Like a starving wolf, long converted to Buddhism, spotting an irresistible prey prancing before it on a dangerous plain.

The dark urges sealed in his heart for years wriggled like stubborn earthworms, desperate to break through the soil.

He wanted to know this perfect young lady more deeply, to chase the butterfly-like glimmer strolling along her white curves, and then—the most thrilling part—what he'd once known well but had forgotten for years.

Gulp!

Kiyoharu had to admit: the young lady's hook might be straight, but the bait was way too damn tempting.

To calm his restless little brother, he started reciting his college coursework in his head.

Jurisprudence, constitution, civil law, civil procedure, criminal law, criminal procedure, administrative law and procedure, economic law, commercial law...

After a moment, that restless urge miraculously faded.

Sure enough, knowledge is the best libido killer.

Muttering legal articles under his breath, he kept up the foot massage.

Before he knew it, Kiyoharu noticed Airi had fallen asleep.

"Young Lady? Young Lady?" He tried calling softly twice. No response.

Cautious as ever, Kiyoharu assumed she was faking it and didn't overstep. He grabbed a blanket, draped it over her, then slipped into the study to read.

To avoid waking her, he thoughtfully dimmed the lights and shut the study door tight.

The vast, lavish living room fell back into silence. Airi opened her eyes, staring blankly at the study's closed door.

She had actually fallen asleep—just woken up.

Seems Kiyoharu hadn't taken advantage of her daze to do anything bad.

But that wasn't what bothered her now.

A far more damning truth plunged the young lady into panic.

I actually...

fell asleep while a man was massaging my feet?

"Never trust anyone completely, never let your guard down at any time."

From a very young age, her father had taught her to engrave that creed in her heart.

As the one destined to shoulder the Chihaya Family's legacy in the future, only by doing so could she be considered a qualified leader, capable of preserving this foundation.

That was why accidentally falling asleep made Chihaya Airi feel especially humiliated and irritated.

Had her vigilance toward Kiyoharu really dropped to such a degree?

Chihaya Airi stepped onto the balcony, letting the cold night wind blow over her as she reflected on herself.

If she had to define Kiyoharu's place in her mind, it was undoubtedly as an "object."

A useful object, one that had permanently solved her marriage problem, freeing her from her parents' endless nagging about finding a spouse.

Of course, this object had possessed special attributes from the very beginning.

It all started that day when Kiyoharu grabbed her on the bleachers at Chihaya Academy.

When Chihaya Airi came to her senses, she realized Kiyoharu had taken her hand, and even reached out to support her waist to keep her balanced—her slender waist, a sensitive spot for Airi. If any other man had touched it, the surging malice inside her would have made her want to slice him into a thousand pieces.

But when Kiyoharu touched her, she didn't... hate it.

She thought it might be a special psychological reaction under the urgent circumstances, so she found opportunities to test it, touching Kiyoharu again.

For instance, pretending to be annoyed that he was in her way, pushing him aside, brushing against his sturdy arm.

The familiar wave of disgust—not a trace of it.

This was truly a rare phenomenon. Tokyo was a massive city, and Chihaya Airi, having grown up here, had seen countless men. Even normal social distance made her nauseous just looking at them. Only Kiyoharu failed to trigger that pathological reaction in her.

Of course... it was just not hateful!

That was also one of the foundations of the marriage plan. Having Kiyoharu around the house didn't annoy Airi; after getting used to it, she didn't even feel any discomfort.

Airi had never told Kiyoharu about her special perception of him, instead showing him the same disgust she had for other men. She absolutely couldn't let Kiyoharu know he was special—otherwise, wouldn't his tail be wagging to the sky?

Don't be fooled by Kiyoharu's usual aloof demeanor; spend enough time with him, and you'd see that deep down, he was extremely narcissistic. In a way, he was the same kind of person as Airi, but his temper was much, much better than hers.

"Today's incident—never again!" Airi warned herself in her mind.

From now on, in front of Kiyoharu, she absolutely must not let her guard down like that.

Before returning to her boudoir, Airi went to the study, her face cold as frost as she looked down at Kiyoharu, who was reading.

"May I ask what business you have?"

"Lately, work pressure has been a bit heavy, really quite troublesome and tiring, so I accidentally dozed off just now." Airi said stiffly, her face rigid.

"Understood."

"Can you talk like a normal person instead of always reporting like you're at the office?!"

"Ah..." Kiyoharu glanced at Airi's inexplicable fury, looking slightly puzzled. "Then how about I phrase it differently? What would the Young Lady like to hear? I can adjust."

"No need! Suit yourself!"

Airi stormed off in a huff.

Heh, weird. Maybe it's that time of the month.

Kiyoharu shook his head helplessly, unbothered, and continued reading his mystery novel.

That Young Lady's unpredictable temper—best not to overthink it. Enjoying life was the real priority.